a "tight ass", which purposely left itself open

Z of Z Reveals invited me to his birthday party on a Friday, but I started the night out at a house party in Harlem. I was hoping to bring Bottomless Pitt and the Puertopean, but the host showed concern about additional guests (no surprise since I met him on a trip to Fire Island). I had already responded as attending, and I don't like to flake. So once again, I broke my rule about attending parties where I only know the host.

When I showed up, he asked, "where are your friends?"

"I thought you said you didn't have room! I told them I'd meet them later."

The glass of rum punch he handed me made me feel better. Until I found out the rum was 151!

I was about 20 minutes late to meet Bottomless Pitt and the Puertopean in Hell’s Kitchen. When we buzzed the door, no one answered! A separate group of gays showed up not long after we did, and we buzzed for a good 5 minutes before someone finally pressed the damn button. When I got upstairs, I realized why: it was a very well attended party!

The theme was tank tops, and 90% of the guys had their arms out. Z had provided sailor hats for entertainment and bartenders for gawking. The theme drink of the night was called a "tight ass", which purposely left itself open to all kinds of bad puns.

 

The one guy who talked to us in the first half hour of our arrival was a cute young-ish guy with a hot older muscle-bear boyfriend. He was quite friendly and engaged us for a while, but it wasn't long before both the Puetopean and Bottomless Pitt ditched.

Not long after, a dark-skinned, well-built hairy guy struck up a convo with me. At one point, I asked him where he was from.

"Can you guess?"

"No, I can't. Where?"

"Come on! Try!"

. o O (I really hate this game.)

"Fine... Israel... Turkey... is it in Asia? United Arab Emirates?"

He was from India. (Shut up! It was dark!)

We talked for a good half hour. He even made some overt physical contact, but I definitely noticed his eyes wandering and the conversation waning. About 20 minutes in, I got the inevitable “Well, it was good talking to you.”

. o O (WTF? He seemed into me? What did I do?!)

Well, once the party started to clear out, he struck up a convo with me again. And his words were much more slurred (score!... hopefully). He showed interest in dancing, so I led the way to Posh.

Of course, I had to pee when we arrived. Should I leave this hot drunk gay guy in a tank top (easy target) alone to go relieve my bladder? Best believe that’s what I did!

But there was a line.

He was where I left him when I got back to the dance floor, and we got into some fun grinding. I got a bit hopeful, but something about me is always skeptical of drunk, attractive gay men. My suspicion proved justified when he gave me the “be right back” and wandered in a direction that was not the bathroom.

 

My phone buzzed at 5 minutes, and I was gone. Did I mention I had to wake up early for a beach trip anyway? Yeah.

Check out the first time I met Z (in person). Click here.

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